It's all about the coffee

Oh honey, it's not about you
It was such a beautiful day outside
And I switched to iced coffee.

I would hold the mug in my hands,
it's warmth seeping through my fingers
And dream about a thousand things
Smiling about the now
Not remembering the then.
But it was sunny outside
So no mug, just plastic
And the ice has no warmth to give
No excuses.

Aren't you cute with your puppy eyes?
And we don't have anything to talk about
Waiting in line for our coffee.

What do you see in me?
I'm fun, bubbly, excitable, exciting?
Interesting, yes.
But you know there's more to it
I don't nurse the darkness inside any more
It may have fled even, maybe
While I was too busy living.
But you give me ideas
Behind the steam of freshly made coffee
they thrive.

Or they would have
But no steam, just sobering ice
So we walk our separate ways.

Wake up

Dream about the rain
About cloudy skies
About the exact shade of
the grey-blue of his eyes.

Dream about the rain
Find the pattern, the turning point
Rusty gears turning in the rain
On grass new and old, the rain.

Dream about the rain
Drops of water, sliding down his face
Filtering through eyelashes,
Flowing faster along the nose
lingering on the lips.
Follow the path with your eyes, with fingertips?
No, don't do it, you wouldn't, never.
Just dream about it.

Dream about the rain
Until it comes and goes
Then, the sun
Reflecting upon a smile
Wonder which one brightens up the room more
Life's easier under the rain
Wake up.